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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.