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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.