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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.