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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.