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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.