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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Oneida,
MC5,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.