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 Jordan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.