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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.