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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.