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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.