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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.