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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.