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 States and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.