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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '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 Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.