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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.