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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.