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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Crime,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.