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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.