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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.