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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.