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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.