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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.