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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.