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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.