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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.