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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.