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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.