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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.