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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.