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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.