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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.