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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.