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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.