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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.