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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.