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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
ABBA,
CMW,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
The Evens,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.