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 Malta 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Little Man,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.