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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Prince Buster 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.