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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
PIL,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.