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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.