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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Nico to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.