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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.