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 Morocco 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.