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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Sonics to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.