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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Swans,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.