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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.