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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Alarm Clocks 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Ossler,
Technova,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
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.