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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.