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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.