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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.