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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Offenders 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.