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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.