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 Spain 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.