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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Nas,
Pantytec,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Scientists,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.