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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.