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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.