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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.