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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.