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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.