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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
MC5,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.