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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.