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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.