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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.