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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.