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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.