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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Swans,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.