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 Taiwan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.