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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.