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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Whodini,
The Move,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.