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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Index,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.