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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.