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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.