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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.