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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
DNA,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.