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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.