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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Visage,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.