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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.