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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.