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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.