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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.