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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.