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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.