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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.