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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.