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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Gong,
the Slits,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.