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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Brick,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.