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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.