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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Index,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.