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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Fear,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.