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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.