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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.