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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.