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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.