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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Unwound,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.