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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.