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 Georgia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.