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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.