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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Faust,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.