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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.