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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.