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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.