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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.