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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.