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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.