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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.