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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.