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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.