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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Mars,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.