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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.