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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.