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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.