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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Fugs to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.