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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.