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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Section 25,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.