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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.