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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.