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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.