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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.