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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Franke,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.