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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.