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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.