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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.