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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.