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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.