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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Scientists,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.