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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.