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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.