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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.