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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 MDC to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Motorama,
The Evens,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.