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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.