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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.