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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.