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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.