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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.