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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.