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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.