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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.