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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.