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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.