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 China and from Bologna.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.