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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.