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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Magazine,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.