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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.