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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Scientists,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.