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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Index,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.