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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
The Sound,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Section 25,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.