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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.