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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Technova,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.