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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.