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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.