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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
10cc,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.