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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.