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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.