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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.