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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
June Days,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.