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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Franke,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Crime,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.