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 Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.