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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.