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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Faust,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.