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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.