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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.