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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.