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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Q65,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.