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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.