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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.