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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.