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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.