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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.