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 the UAE 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Television,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.