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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.