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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.