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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.