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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.