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 China and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.