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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.