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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.