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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.