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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.