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 New Zealand 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.