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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.