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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.