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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
UT,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.