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 Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.