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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.