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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.