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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.