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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Heaven 17 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Skarface,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.