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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.