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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.