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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.