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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.