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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.