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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.