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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
cv313,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.