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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.