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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.