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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.