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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.