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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.