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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.