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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.