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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.