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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.