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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Darondo,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.