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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
the Association,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.