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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.