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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.