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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Television,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
UT,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.