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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.