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 Georgia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Move,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.