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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.