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 Benin and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.