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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.