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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.