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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.