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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.