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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.