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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.