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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
UT,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.