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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Index,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.