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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.