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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.