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 Tanzania 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scion to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.