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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Technova,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.