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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.