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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.