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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.