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 Albania and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Monolake,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.