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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.