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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.