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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Star Department to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.