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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Index,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.