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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.