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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
John Holt,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.