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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Monks,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Japan,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.