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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.