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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.