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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.