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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 UT to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.