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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.