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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Doors,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.