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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.