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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.