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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.