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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.