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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.