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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.