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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.