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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.