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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.