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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.