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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Alphaville to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.