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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.