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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.