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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.