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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.