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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
ABBA,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.