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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.