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 Korea South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.