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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.