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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.