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 Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.