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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Human League,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.