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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.