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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.