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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
10cc,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.