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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Can,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.