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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.