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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Interpol,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.