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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Skarface,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
The Index,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.