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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.