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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.