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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Magma,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.