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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. 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 dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.