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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.