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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.