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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Saints to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.