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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.