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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.