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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.