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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.