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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.