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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.