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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.