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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.