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 Philippines and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.