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 Denmark 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.