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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.