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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.