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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.