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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.