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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.