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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.