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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.