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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Wire,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Pole,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.