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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.