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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.