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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.