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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Skarface,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.