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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.