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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.