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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Pole,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
The Names,
Magma,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.