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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Organ,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.