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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Mars,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.