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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
UT,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.