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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.