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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.