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 Argentina and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
10cc,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.