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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.