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 Benin 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.