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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.