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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.