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 Guyana 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.