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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.