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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mars to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
PIL,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Wings,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.