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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Technova,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.