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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.