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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Television,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.