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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.