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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.