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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal 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 rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.