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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.