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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.