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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.