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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Wings,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.