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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.