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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.