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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.