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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.