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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.