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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Index,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.