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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.