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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Birthday Party to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.