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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.