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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.