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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Sonics 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.