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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.