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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.