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 China and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.