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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.