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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
CMW,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.