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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.