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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.