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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.