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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.