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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Can,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.