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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.