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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.