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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.