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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.