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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Darondo 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.