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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.