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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.