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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.