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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.