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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.