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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.