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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.