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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.