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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.