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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Neu!,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.