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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.