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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.