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 Belize 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.