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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.