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 Japan and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Television to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.