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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.