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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.