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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 JFA to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Television,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.