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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Pole,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.