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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.