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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.