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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.