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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.