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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.