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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Nico,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.