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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.