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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.