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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
The Remains,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.