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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.