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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.