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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Television,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.