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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.