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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.