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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.