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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.