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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.