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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.