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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Nas,
Hoover,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.