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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.