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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.