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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.