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 Iran 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Symarip,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.