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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.