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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.