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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.