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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.