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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.