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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.