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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.