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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.