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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.