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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.