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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Television,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.