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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.