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 Comoros and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.