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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Technova,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.