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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.