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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
PIL,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.