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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.