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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.