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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.