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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.