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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.