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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sparks to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.