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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.