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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.