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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.