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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.