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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.