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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.