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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Nico,
Index,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.