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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.