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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.