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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.