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 Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.