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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.