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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Star Department,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.