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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.