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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.