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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.