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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.