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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.