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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.