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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.