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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.