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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.