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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.