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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.