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 Mali 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Move,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.