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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.