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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Fear,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.