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 Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 punk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.