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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.