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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.