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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
MC5,
UT,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.