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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.