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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.