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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.