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 France 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.