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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Crime to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.