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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.