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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.