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 Israel 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.