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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Visage,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.