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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.