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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.