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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.