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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.