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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.