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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.