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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
X-101,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.