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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Organ,
ABC,
the Association,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.