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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.