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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.