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 Iceland 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.