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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.