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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
CMW,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.