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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.