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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.