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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.