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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.