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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.