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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.