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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.