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 Russia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.