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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Residents,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.