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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.