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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.