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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.