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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.