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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.