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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.