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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.