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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.