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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.