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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
X-101,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.