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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.