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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.