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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.