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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.