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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.