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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.