Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.