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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Sound,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.