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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.