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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.