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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sheep to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.