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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.