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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bluetip,
10cc,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.