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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Faust,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.