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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.