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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
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.