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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.