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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.