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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.