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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Mars,
Pylon,
DNA,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.