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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Japan,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
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.