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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.