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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Shoche,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.