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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.