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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.